Not a great start to the new year. My dog has become very violent in the week I was gone, and has found a way to both burrow under, and jump over our 5 ft. fence. We lost him for about 3 hours the other day because he jumped into our neighbors yard and ran as far away as he could. He bit our landlord's dog (no blood, but that's just because I managed to get him off in time). He managed to get shit inside of my acoustic guitar. Literal shit. I don't blame him for acting crazy. He's living in a 500 sq. ft space (realistically less, because he's mot allowed in the bathroom), and it's now dangerous to leave him outside alone. He constantly hears 5 chickens and 3 ducks through our bedroom wall, because that's where our landlords decided to put their coops. All our neighbors insist on walking their dogs without leashes, despite asking countless times for them to, uh, not do that. We don't really take him for walks much now. Our schedules changed, and he's home alone for 10 hours most days. Also, he barks every time I play the flute. We're looking into finding him a new home. We're locked into our lease until May, and moving across the country with no decent way of transporting him in June. After that, living in my family's house with another dog and 14 actors. After that, who fucking knows. He's a good dog that we are just in no way fit to care for. Nothing's certain, but I think we know. -------- My girlfriend's grandpa died yesterday. We pooled our little savings to buy her a plane ticket out, and she's leaving tonight. They weren't too close, but she and her grandma are. She was married to her husband for 60 years, and is not functioning right now. She has a 40 year old son with special needs, and 5 without. I drank too much with 2 of them last night. -------- I've spent 3 hours a day playing piano every day this week. To the extent that I make resolutions, my sole pick this year is to get better at piano.